[Verse 1]
We already know Lil Kirk not a shooter
Hold that chopper in my hand like a tool
Hold up there go lil cuz right there, shoot him
I walk with a .50, I creep like a puma
That Glock on a seat, i’m on a motor scooter
Plug from Iraq, he might pull a Bazooka
73 n***a’s, i’m not talking ‘bout shooters
I might call up Swerve, We got clientele
.40 make your man flatten the bell
We already know that he dead, oh well
I bring out the Uzi like it’s show and tell
I grab the Chopper, it’s gon sing like Adelle
I keep a stick on me, I’m doing a spell
Walk up to his car, I feel like a gazelle
I stay with my pistol like Hammer and L
Cuz bluffin’, you ain’t do it alone
Trapper of the year, I might move to Rome
Call the plug, i’m in the house like Jerome
Lil Cuz ain’t want smoke like Capone
It’s a problem? We can meet at the parkus
Robbed cuz, make him go out like Roger
In the kitchen whipping drums like Pablo
Toss the work to the plug, Aaron Rodgers
All these prescriptions, I should be a doctor
Shoot her son, I don’t care if he a doctor
Bad bitch in my room and she topless
Red beam in my room like i’m working at Target